It is V-day. I'm getting ready to head off to the doctor's office for "the procedure."
Cheryl explained to the children the other night what was going to happen and for the children to not jump on my lap when I got home.
Apparently she made an impression because she reports this from yesterday's trip to the library:
"Michael was saying, loudly to anyone who would listen, 'These are my baby twin sisters. My daddy is having an operation! They're going to cut his tube thingy's so Mommy and Daddy won't have anymore babies!'"